[Nashawn:]
Yo, I got request for the yayo, shooters on the payroll
Pocket's full of Pecos, Nash he's the best like

Watch dog, stay froze, clap friends and foes
Your eyes, she close, they close, my dawgs stay close
I'm gunning for a white rose, driving in a white Rove

I'm liver then and hotter then, live on the white gold
See I should go for President; them hoes will hit the pole
You see me in that strip club; them hoes fall of the pole

My whole team glittery, stunning in rose gold
Them ^!$$%s looking %#@!y and know we won't fold
Nash, Nashawn was my motha$#&@ing name, base

Stay calm, here's two to your $#&@ing face
Money Machine, them hoes call me love place
See I'm a hood ^!$$% on mad drug space

You wish you was like me without a damn case
I leave dawgs unsolved without a damn trace
You see that .44 long it's just a man fate

It ain't no reason to show up to that man's wake
Cash by the abundance, murder by the hundreds
'99 ^!$$%s dunn got it, now who want it huh?

This my year it feels like '95
That's when I realized the world was mine
I'm doing fine, just a lil' more wine and dine

And crack crab and $#&@ your hoes at the same time
A lil' more lab, chopping more slabs
Now I'm jumping in the Lincoln, no more calling cabs

Nashbroham Lincoln, I got a quarter of stash
That's a quarter of a million, y'all ^!$$%s can't add


Yeah, it's the future, I'm the nicest
Nashbroham Lincoln, Jungle George Washington
Nasir Jones, Money Machine Records, the movement

Let's get it, let's get it